Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Dirty holy grey squaresOf concrete line the endlessWinding streetsCovered and cryingFor the stress of people on their face Is too great to bearBut they remain strongHolding hands togetherPrepared for new waves of immigrants To topple their cemented realityOh! To be a stone slabSupporting the etherial gates of Zion And to lay against themProtected from the stampedesOf passersby.

Hello, dearest reader.I am known for writing many things. I have written extensively about Judaism, some of which is published (see my Times of Israel Page), I have written on politics, and I have written a good deal about technology. You may notice that writings from 2010 until 2016 focusing on consumer electronics are no more. I realized that I had removed nearly 250 posts that were written during this time. Some pieces were really solid. Others left something to be desired. All were passionate.As I work toward a new direction, namely my career as a writer, I have decided to release on this website one new poem every week. Some will be fun and others (many others) are dark and personal.I hope you enjoy my poetry. The first submission is uploaded and ready.Feel free to share, comment, and subscribe to receive updates every week!B'shalom (in peace),Max Bleich